Teacher Li Xuejian’s speech was inspiring. After he finished speaking, he sat down firmly and raised his arm in agreement.
Many people sitting here who were originally opposed started to support Li Xuejian, a "pacifist", and a few more people raised their hands in agreement.
But there is still a small amount of silence in response.
Feng Xiaogang looked around and cursed in his heart.
They all help the master who has breasts and is a mother!
Since we are going to cause trouble, of course the more people, the better.
It would be best to completely subdue the Hong Kong community.
Even if the opponent cannot be completely eliminated, it would be great if there are more people to put pressure and get the attention of the superiors, take action to suppress the Hong Kong circle and give them a few years of stable development in the imperial circle.
Just when Director Feng was about to open his mouth to persuade, his cell phone suddenly rang.
"Hello!" Feng Xiaogang has been in the limelight in recent years, so he picked up the phone carelessly and answered it on the spot.
"Ah...Okay, okay, I understand."
"Okay, you can rest, I will take care of this matter."
Soon, he put down the phone again.
Then Feng Xiaogang spoke loudly with excitement on his face.
“Biaozi called me just now.”
Everyone present is familiar with it and knows without explanation that Biaozi is Teacher Fu Biao.
“His liver transplant was a success.”
“He is now recovering.”
“Good.”
“Good thing.”
"Invite him to have a drink some other time."
"Drink your mother, he has liver cancer, and you still drink..."
After a commotion at the scene, it was the old lady Liu Guoquan who pushed. Pushing up his glasses to take charge of the situation, he knocked on the table with his knuckles, and the whole place fell silent.
Li Dawei looked at his mother's calm attitude and wondered when would I be so domineering.
"Xiaogang, keep talking."
Only then did Director Feng speak.
"Biaozi said that if Zhang Yuan was beaten this time, he would be willing to help if he was needed."
In "A World Without Thieves", it was Zhang Yuan who drank. The boss finally remembered and reminded him.
After Fu Biao left the crew, he immediately went to the hospital and arranged an operation after examination.
At this moment, I saw Zhang Yuan’s accident from the newspaper and TV, so I made a special call.
Teacher Fu Biao is a kind person.
"Biaozi has just recovered from a serious illness, so we all have to contribute."
"Humph!"
"You all just have to figure it out!"
< br>After Director Feng finished speaking, he sat down with his mouth crooked.
Xu Fan on the side raised his chin towards him, telling him to be a little more polite, they were all one of his own.
One after another, several more people raised their hands.
But there are still more than ten people who are silent.
Everyone chatted for a while. Liu Guoquan saw that these people were determined not to support it, so he decided to stop there.
But at this moment, Feng Xiaogang’s cell phone rang again.
But this time was different from before. As soon as he saw the caller ID, he immediately became respectful.
After I picked up the phone, my voice became much softer and my attitude was kind.
"Hey, you said it."
"Okay, okay..."
"I will definitely go."
"No problem, I'll contact you then."
"Hey, bye, bye."
After Director Feng put down his phone, his demeanor changed and he straightened up a lot.
Seeing his appearance, everyone turned their heads to look at him.
Feng Xiaogang grinned and said coaxingly.
"Why don't we just come here today."
"It's up to everyone to decide whether to participate or not."
"Anyway, Wang Zhonglei from Huayi just called me."< br>
“Said he would go to Hengdian to visit the patient in person.”
Boom!
The heads of those present who didn’t raise their hands all exploded!
Actors are actors, and capital is capital.
Hua Yi is now considered the fastest-rising film and television capital in the imperial circle, and is about to gain momentum.
Xiao Wang went to visit the patient in person, which is self-evident.
Hua Yi obviously wants to protect Zhang Yuan.
Just as Zhang Yuan expected.
Hua Yi’s idea is simple.
Zhang Yuan cannot "die".
If he dies, our movie will also be affected.
In ancient times, many local power centers could not be moved without being ruthless. Of course, there are also modern times...
Once the relationship is entangled and interests are entangled, each other must be protected, because protecting the other party is protecting oneself.
Besides, Zhang Yuan knew before that the Wang brothers were very old-school in their conduct.
What is old school?
The Xiang family is considered old-fashioned, and anyone who dares to disobey him will be banned.
On the contrary, if I fall in love with you, I will support you to my death and I will give you peace no matter what happens.
Quite gang style.
The Wang brothers are similar.
Zhang Yuangang acted in two dramas cast by our company, but he was beaten when he turned around to your crew?
I, Hua Yi, don’t want to lose face!
You dare to beat up the people I protect, how can I convince the public in the future?
How to make the "little brothers" obey?
Especially at this stall where the conflicts between Hua Yi and Wang Jinhua are gradually emerging, the Wang brothers are as sensitive as young girls who have just left the court.
Just like the gangster brother, the kid who helped him got beaten up.
If there is no expression, people's hearts will be scattered.
If you express it in person, people's hearts will be more united.
Xiao Wang will appear in person, mainly to set an example for everyone to see, especially the actors under his own company.
"I will give one million to anyone who betrays me. Those who will be loyal to me in the future will be worth hundreds of millions. Hear the applause!"
Zhang Yuan is not considered one of my people. I personally support the scene. From now on, if anything happens to those who are loyal to me, I will step in to smooth things over. They understand the applause... that's pretty much what it means.
Most of those who did not express their stance before did not want to create any rift with Hong Kong capital.
But now that Hua Yidu has ended up personally, how can these people endure it?
You can't sacrifice your roots for the sake of the end.
You look at me and I look at you, these people raised their hands one after another.
“Unanimous vote passed!” Director Feng raised his arms for a moment.
"Okay, Xiaogang, you start the draft, and we will cooperate with your signature." Liu Guoquan set the tone.
……
On the other side, inside an old residential building in the imperial capital.
"Grandpa Yuan, my junior brother was almost beaten to death!"
As soon as Liu Shishi entered the door of Yuan Kuocheng's house, she threw herself into the old man's arms and cried loudly.
Zhang Yuan gave her the task.
Although this guy is cute and cute, he is not ambiguous at all when doing things. He didn’t even go home after getting off the plane, and went straight to the old man’s side.
"He, suck...he was beaten into a pig's head." The young senior sister said while sucking the snot flowing out of her nose.
"Lying motionless on the hospital bed."
"What do you think we should do?"
Although it was a task, she didn't act at all, she just showed her true feelings.
Yuan Kuocheng heard her choke and speak incoherently, and he didn't fully understand.
It can be seen that I feel very distressed when the little girl I have watched grow up cries like this.
"Speak slowly, don't cry, don't cry."
After crying for more than half an hour, the old man figured out what happened.
After a while, Mr. Yuan Kuocheng held a glass of boiled water.
The water in the cup swayed back and forth, shaking violently.
The water shakes because the hands shake.
My hands are shaking because I am angry! "Grandpa Yuan, medicine." Liu Shishi handed over a bottle of quick-acting Baoxin Pills. The old man took a handful, slapped it in his mouth, and drank it with water.
“Tell me again, how is Zhang Yuan.”
When he mentioned this, seeing Liu Shishi’s eyes turning red again, the old man hurriedly comfort.
"Little lion, don't cry, it's okay, I'm here."
"He is lying in the hospital with his head wrapped like an aiwowo."
Aiwowo is a snack in the imperial capital, originated from The glutinous rice dumplings are filled with various fillings, including walnut kernels, sesame seeds, yam, etc... In short, they look like a big white ball.
“A black eye circle is like a sugar fire hanging on the face.”
Tang Huoshao is also a snack in the imperial capital. It is brown sugar and flour mixed together, then add puff pastry and sesame seeds, and then let Like baking in a stove... it looks like a black, purple and red round cake.
Anyway, Liu Shishi's way of describing it is inseparable from the Imperial City Snacks Thirteen Jue.
Yuan Kuocheng imagined Zhang Yuan's appearance based on the description of the little lion... and he was a little hungry.
"I understand." The old man's face was as dark as water.
The young senior sister is good at coaxing the old man.
Seeing that he was upset, he stepped forward to help him, hitting his legs and patting his back.
How could the old man not like the look of this considerate little cotton-padded jacket?
If you don’t look at Zhang Yuan’s face, you have to look at hers.
Besides, he felt that Zhang Yuan had a talent for storytelling. Not only did he make rapid progress, but he also had many details that were somewhat similar to his own.
This subcategory me!
The attributes are all gathered from him, how can it be different?
It’s so easy to meet a talented young person. How many young people are willing to learn storytelling now?
Besides, he has a decent appearance and can easily attract the audience, so the old man is quite optimistic about him.
In the end, I defeated you Nanbarbarians?
Old man, I am old and rarely go out, but I still have a few old friends.
Today I will seek justice for my students!
This was the first time the old man treated him as a student.
Mr. Yuan took out a book with a large number of phone numbers written on it from the drawer. After turning to a page, he picked up the landline phone and made a call.
After a long time, the other party picked up.
"Hello, Uncle Yuan." A voice with a strong Northeast accent came over.
Liu Shishi on the side listened carefully to what seemed to be an extremely rich and resonant female voice.
Many people know that Jiang Kun is the chairman of the Music Association.
Because this man and Guo Degang have been fighting for many years, and the two sides have been yin and yang to each other for a long time.
Later Jiang Kun retired and was replaced by Teacher Feng Gong, whom everyone was familiar with and liked very much.
But Teacher Jiang Kun became the chairman of the Music Association after 2012.
What about 12 years ago?
In the ten years from 2002 to 2012, the chairman of the Music Association was the only female chairman in the history of the Music Association, her name was Liu Lanfang.
The four masters of storytelling are Yuan Kuocheng, Shan Tianfang, Tian Lianyuan and Liu Lanfang.
This is Liu Lanfang!
She is also the only woman among the four storytelling masters. She is also a national first-class actor, an intangible inheritor of imperial storytelling, and enjoys special allowances from the State Council.
Later he also served as a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference.
Until later when Teacher Feng Gong took office, he was still the honorary chairman of the Music Association.
The pecking order in the storytelling world is quite complicated, but generally speaking, Mr. Yuan Kuocheng is definitely the ninth generation of storytelling.
But Shan Tianfang and Tian Lianyuan can only be considered the tenth generation, and they must be one generation younger than him.
But Liu Lanfang is special. She once studied with Sun Huiwen, and it was Mr. Sun who gave her the name Liu Lanfang.
Sun Huiwen’s teacher Fu Ping’an is a well-known seventh-generation storytelling artist, so it stands to reason that she can also be considered a ninth-generation storytelling artist, the same generation as Mr. Yuan.
But storytellers all over the world know that among the existing storytelling artists, Mr. Yuan Kuocheng has the highest level and qualifications.
Everyone in crosstalk is not a fan of Ma, and in storytelling, everyone is not a fan of Yuan.
The same is true for Liu Lanfang. Anyone who talks about storytelling has no objection to Yuan Kuocheng.
So she was willing to step down a generation and call Mr. Yuan her uncle.
From this point of view, it can be seen that Mr. Liu gives Mr. Yuan a lot of face.
"Lanfang, have you watched the news recently?"
"I'm old-fashioned and don't watch the news all the time. What happened?" Liu Lanfang knew that the old man would not come to her if nothing happened.
Since we are looking for her, it must be a big deal.
“A young actor named Zhang Yuan was beaten by two people from Xiangjiang on the set of a TV series.”
“This man has some connection with me, and he is my student.”
"Ah!" Liu Lanfang shouted in shock.
“Are we considered experts?” After a few seconds, Teacher Liu asked cautiously.
"Let's count half of it... Oh, by the way, I heard that he also studied cross talk with the third son of the Hou family."
"But he probably hasn't become a disciple yet."
< br>"Ah!" Mr. Liu shouted again in surprise.
Mr. Yuan’s side counts as half.
The Hou family’s side counts as half.
If you put it all together, it’s just one.
It goes without saying that a woman’s ability and intelligence can be traced back to the political world.
Are you from the folk art world? Mr. Yuan and the Hou family, the two giants in the industry, whoever they say is, is right, and whoever is not is also wrong.
"Uncle Yuan is planning to take over..." Liu Lanfang understood what the old man meant with just one thought.
“I understand.”
“Uncle Yuan, you are anxious, let me go and find out first.”
“If it is true that people in our folk art world have been bullied ."
"I will have a meeting to discuss it."
"Okay, then don't worry about it."
"What are you talking about? We are all our own, and your students are my students."
The two chatted for a few more words, then put it down. Got the phone.
Mr. Yuan Kuocheng drank water and waited quietly.
The young senior sister gave him a leg, thought for a while, and then asked.
"Grandpa Yuan, is this grandma your lover?"
Poof!
The old man spurted out a mouthful of boiled water several meters away, covering the whole wall.
"Don't talk nonsense. Grandma Liu and my wife are still taking care of our grandson at home." It took Yuan Kuocheng a long time to recover.
“Ah, isn’t my best friend able to help you?” Liu Shishi lowered her head, confused.
If my junior brother were not my friend, would I help him?
Hey, does he count as my lover?
Yuan Kuocheng looked at this stupid goddaughter and thought to himself that without Zhang Yuan, this girl would have been betrayed in the film and television industry with her intelligence.
The next day, afternoon.
Imperial Capital, Chaoyang District, No. 1 Beishatan Beach.
Today, the Music Association opened an extraordinary meeting at the call of Chairman Liu Lanfang.
Feng Gong, Jiang Kun, Huang Hong and other familiar faces are all on the list.
"Mr. Liu came to see us today. What's going on?"
"I don't know."
As soon as there were more people, they started whispering to each other.
The others don't know, but the three above know it very well.
"Junior brother, the master is here." Jiang Kun stood up, called Feng Gong and Huang Hong, and came to the door together.
Not long after, a large group of people walked in outside the door.
“Ouch!”
“The sky is falling?”
"Why are these people here together?"
Everyone in the large conference room stood up.
It’s impossible not to stand, these people here are all seniors.
The leader is Liu Lanfang, who is supporting Yuan Kuocheng.
Behind them were the remaining two members of the four storytelling masters, Tian Lianyuan and Shan Tianfang.
Further behind, there are three Jiang Kun people surrounding the master. Their master is Teacher Ma Ji.
Teacher Ma Ji was followed by two others.
One is of course Hou Yuewen.
The other one is Mr. Chang Guitian.
The four great storytelling masters, plus Ma Ji, the current leading figure in the cross talk world, and two representatives of the Hou family and the Chang family, two of the big families in the cross talk world.
For this battle, it is impossible to gather such experts to perform for foreign presidents.
Among them, Shan Tianfang, Tian Lianyuan and Chang Guitian, all came from other places.
These well-known figures in the folk art world are gathered together today, and they are all here for one person.
Zhang Yuan! (End of this chapter)